When We Collide

I don’t know how to stop loving you.

Make me remember what it feels like to be loved.

Because it shouldn't hurt to be touched.

I'll be whatever you need me to be.

I loved her. Oh God… I loved her. She was everything, ripped me apart and made me whole.

Was it wrong that all I wanted to do was kiss her? I smiled, and Maggie blushed. Oh God. So cute. I knew then, I’d give this girl anything she asked me for. I’d probably beg her to take it.

I'd lost myself somewhere along the way, and maybe my subconscious was telling me it was time I found that person again, because I sure as hell wasn't happy with who I'd become.

She's get lost in my words while I'd get lost in those eyes.

I'd struggled to supply the needs I didn't have the strength to provide, to give him hope when I had none, to give him joy when I had little to share. All I'd have to give him was my love.

I'd always been willing. But I always fell short, every good intention I ever had never good enough.

Shifting my dozing child, I gathered him up and carried him to his room where I pulled back his covers and laid him in his bed. A burdened breath escaped his lungs, and he rolled to his side. So precious and already so damaged.

Because it shouldn't hurt to be touched

My smile was soft as I looked down at the same broken girl who'd captured me, both of us so different yet somehow exactly the same.